Is it just me, or did the only place where they officially say that basic accounts would never have ads mysteriously disappear? Because I could have sworn that it was said somewhere, but after some digging, I can't find it.

Points for actually bringing this up before just up and changing it, but come on, guys. I'm finding it really hard to believe that you'll lose massive amounts of revenue due to having ad-free basic accounts when so many people will eventually opt for a plus or paid account. There's nothing wrong with just leaving the basic accounts as-is, and leaving that option off for new accounts. If you don't, there's no reason for any difference between plus and basic.

Their proposals, particularly the last two, are so funny if viewed in the right light. 'You'll only see ads on pages when you're not logged in, on communities you aren't a member of, on journals that were created after March 2008, on every other Tuesday, and alternating Thursdays, on nights when there is a full moon, and the entire month of August!'

My cold/flu-like illness has now racked up day five to its count. On the bright side, I'm feeling genuinely better today, which probably has something to do with the fact that I didn't have to work eight hours, as I have the previous four days. I continue to ingest ridiculous amounts of scarily healthy-like food in an effort to make myself better for this weekend. I think I'm going to be alright, as long as I don't do anything stupid like stay out all night in the cold again. Which I'm not, so.

My, perhaps illness-related, insanity, however, has yet to wane. See icon.

I would say something genuinely interesting or entertaining here, but there's really nothing extraordinary to talk about. I've been sick, and there was more sick... Well, before the sick there was definitely not sick. There was the company party. Witness our store making the biggest scene, openly mocking the other stores, and coming up with myriad ways to get ourselves kicked out of a really fancy hotel. Later on there was tipsy and hilariously bad dancing.

Next year we're gonna take some feeder goldfish to throw in their koi pond. It'll be great.

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It's a running joke that John (my boss) is dying. It's only half true, considering all the things that stupid, stupid man has done and is still doing to himself. I repeatedly tell him that he's not allowed to die, because it would be more work for me.

And, of course, if he dies that would make me the department manager, seeing as I'm the only other full-time employee. That's probably not a joke.

But the really funny thing is what he said to me the other day.

"One day soon I will die, and you will become the fish department manager in my place, just as I did when the last manager died. Your first duty as manager will be to roll my corpse in newspaper and drag it out to the dumpster."

Funny that I can spend twenty minutes being helpful, and two hours later, instead of getting a rational phone call from this customer, I get her almost flipping the fuck out because suddenly she's sure I sold her the wrong thing.

This confused the hell out of me because she listened to me before. Then she said that when she mentioned how nice and helpful I was to the girl at the register, she said that yes, I was, and that was good for a 'new' person.

So, yeah, there went my credibility. I spent twenty damn minutes talking her down, because yes, I do happen to know what I'm talking about. Honestly, people get annoyed with me when I say I'm not sure, but hey, I tell it like it is.

So I figured I'd have to reinstall windows. So I have a USB drive, and I just spent four hours going through and weeding out all the crap on my computer. This mainly consisted of deleting all the music I have on CDs hanging about, and pretty much anything else that I wasn't too attached to. All the pictures had to go with me, of course, and some fan-fic (and man, I've got a couple where I don't even remember where I was going with them.) And I copied over a few programs that I wanted to drag with me.

Then I opened up the computer to dust it out a bit, and I restarted.

Now my internets work.

My only guess is that my hard drive was far too cluttered, and since the wireless card's only running on half the RAM that it technically needs, it was just getting throttled. Or something. I'm sure there's a technical term for it.

Now the house network will actually speak to me, as long as I have the wireless card software shut down. I noticed that I was actually getting a response from the other end, but when the program came up, it stopped. So I shut it down, and apparently we're cool now.

... Yeah, that doesn't make any sense to me, but I can totally roll with that. I'd forgotten what it was like to be without my own computer (and the internet access that goes with it) and god that sucks.

Customers do a lot of shit that really pisses me off in general, but this one was something else.

We sell mice and rats that people feed to their snakes. I don't have a problem with this, obviously since I have a snake, and though I don't particularly like it, that's just how it goes. The snake has to eat.

But I gave this guy two baby mice in a box and as I was walking away he casually shook them so hard that they rattled. You don't have to be very familiar with mice to know that they should not rattle around in a box, especially baby ones.

That kind of ignorant abuse irks me in so many ways. I had to walk away so I wouldn't actually hit him.

On the flip side, can you give CPR to a fish? Apparently you can, because I sorta did yesterday, and the fish started breathing again and actually moving, and now he's swimming around and eating. It's the ugliest feeder goldfish I've ever seen, but he's my zombie fish now and that was just awesome.

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